Superhero Roleplay [Closed]

Vaughn hid the keys away in the glove box, thinking they may come in handy for later. He pulled out from behind the lot, already knowing where to go. He dialed a number on his phone and chatted quietly with the person on the other end. He glanced in the mirror to watch the others for a moment before pulling out into the road. He heard sirens in the distance and slammed his Good foot on the gas, heading south.

Vaughn turned the radio on and up, his fingers tapping on the wheel to the beat. He followed the long road, knowing exactly where he could be safe.

Vaughn eventually pulled off onto a rough dirt path that led into a deep part of the woods. He scanned his surroundings and then rolled the windows down, greatfully taking in the fresh air. He just now hung up his cell phone and tossed it into the passenger seat. He eventually pulled onto a gravel drive to a secluded seeming cabin.

Vaughn parked and got out of the truck, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He glanced back at the other car and shook his head slowly, sighing. He walked up the path, a heavy limp noticeable. He unlocked the door and went inside, leaving it open for them.

(Yeah, it’s fine.)

Vaughn tossed his duffel onto a wooden table in the kitchen. He tried the lights but they didn’t work and he huffed sharply, moving over to the small fire place where there conveniently already was wood. He picked up a box of matches and lit one, holding it next to the dry wood until it caught.

Vaughn flinched slightly from the sudden voice, as he already seemed on edge. He threw a glance over to where Avery was. “It’s not abandoned at all. This place belongs to a friend of mine, her family comes here in the winter. It’s a safe house in case if anything goes south,” he explained, trailing off at the end. He stood and winced, steadying himself on the stone mantle.

It was a decent sized cabin, having two furnished floors. It was mostly wood and rustic seeming stone, and it had a warm feel to it.

“It would be nice, but I wouldn’t use the word ‘happy’ to describe that,” Vaughn muttered. He limped across the hall and into the kitchen, where he took things from his duffel and set them out on the table.

(Alright, it’s good to know.)

Vaughn arched a brow and motioned to a cabinet. “Cups are in there, water is from the tap, and you can sit where-ever,” he said. He sat in a chair at the kitchen table, sorting out various papers that he had thrown in an unorganized manner.

“Go on ahead,” Vaughn responded, ,waning back in the chair. He picked up a yellow file, the words “Finley M.” scribbled on the front, and he stuffed it back into his duffel. He knew there wasn’t any food around at the moment, so he hoped that his contact would arrive soon with supplies.

“We just need to lay low for at least a day or two. I may have left some things behind, and it’s likley they will identify them as mine,” Vaughn said in an annoyed tone. He didn’t like admitting defeat, and this was the closest he had come to being caught.

Vaughn got up once Element was done, giving her a quick thank you. “I’ll be upstairs putting my things away. There are a few extra bedrooms, so feel free to stay in whichever.”

He went upstairs and down the hall to the door on the end. He tossed the duffel onto the bed, glancing around. His eyes stopped on the three pictures that were set out in the dresser. One showed him, seemily recent, and a girl with ginger hair, her elbow slung over his shoulders as they both grinned brightly. The second was one of him and another boy with strange red eyes. They seemed to be caught in the act of playing something, possibly football, as they were both sprawled out on the grass laughing. The final one was of the three together, arms around each other in a friendly embrace. He remembered when that was taken. It was last summer, and they had all snuck down to the cabin. Vaughn smiled to himself at the memories and sighed.